GloMag GloMagMarch2020 | Page 195

through the many mists and miles, the frowns and smiles, I must confess. I watch through the curtain, as mild breezes are always delighted to convey their soft, gentle kisses throughout the dunes and majestic mountains of enduring passion. The beach and sands called our name, we walk hand in hand into the sunny haze. I love your heart with a blaze of desire; an enraptured, loving, joyful jubilation. 195